Master is off digging for ore needed to create anatical amulet hoped to bring balance to the relationship he does adore.

So, I, leelane in this desolate doom-yard, grow fur grizzled on my muzzle forlorn, fighting away reasons to mourn.

Never would I bite the hand that needs me, but abandonment may merit a gnaw grisly.

Dog-tired of being best friend treated second rate, these paws will finally run away to find a more desired fate. ; )

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